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My New Room- mate by Susan M. Hodges
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
My New Room-mate
by Susan M. Hodges
Well, I finally finished moving into my new house about
two months ago. And boy, what a job. I am glad all the boxes
and everything are unpacked and put away.
After moving from my college apartment and leaving my
two roommates behind, I really looked forward to moving to Den-
ver and starting a new life on my own.
The new job was really great, but the night life was a
little slow. One thing about my new house is that it's so
quiet all the time. About a month ago I met another neighbor
in the park, and she had the most beautiful Dane I have ever
seen. She bought him from someone else for companionship, but
admitted he was a pretty good watchdog to have around also.
She came over to my new house for a visit and admitted
she really was in a fix, though. Her job sometimes required
her to go out of town for overnight jaunts, and she hated to
leave her dog alone.
Of course, I really didn't feel that I was set up for
a dog so large, but leaving him alone seemed so cruel. So I
told her the next time she had to go, ring me and I might be
willing to "dog-sit" for her.
Well, right then she mentioned that on the next
Thursday she was leaving for Kansas City and would be back Mon-
day afternoon. So, I agreed to give it a try, and off they
went, happy for the time so well planned.
Well, Thursday afternoon, she brought Damon over.
Along with him came a large leash of course and his food and
water tray. She promised to be back as soon as possible and
left for the airport.
Damon sat at the door for a while, as if waiting for
her to walk back in, but after a while he started nosing
around the house and found himself a comfortable spot on the
living room floor.
After we both had our dinner, I went into the living
room for some television. Damon came over to my feet and
curled up around my ankles. That night, he slept at the foot
of my bed.
Friday afternoon after work, I had almost forgotten he
was there. When I came in through the door, Damon jumped up on
me almost scaring me to death, licking my face. He followed
me all around the house watching me as I had a few beers and
began to fix dinner.
After our dinner, I sat on the couch in the living
room. About 10 or so (and 10 or so beers), Damon jumped up on
the couch and lay down beside me. I didn't mind him on the
couch really as his coat is short, and he is very clean.
He was chewing on his toy, and I playfully took it
away and tossed it across the living room floor. He chased
after it, all 150 pounds of him. He brought it back to me and
laid it in my lap for another throw. We played toss for a
while until he tripped over my beer and it spilled over on the
floor on the carpet.
I went to the kitchen and returned with a towel to
wipe it up. I rubbed the beer out of the carpet, and the
bottle rolled up under the couch. I had to get down on my
knees to reach under to get at it.
I really hadn't noticed Damon. When I got down on my
hands and knees, he mounted me! At first, I was concentrating
on reaching the bottle, and I thought he was still playing.
But as I reached up under the couch further, I could feel his
forepaws reach around my waist. As I began backing out, I
could feel him start to hump against my rear making motions
like he was really fucking me!!!
I blushed as I got up from the floor and returned to
the kitchen. I threw the bottle in the trash and got another
beer from the refrigerator. As I turned around, there was
Damon, and I couldn't help but look at him after that en-
counter. He was just watching me making no further advances.
I returned to the living room and sat down with my
beer. Damon stood in front of me for a moment, and then
jumped up, placing his forepaws on my shoulders. I had a view
of his undersides, and GOD, there was the most huge hard-on I
had ever seen standing stiff and erect with a large ball about
8 inches from the tip!!!
I was almost afraid to move him, but I reached up and
took his paws from my shoulders and told him to get down.
He jumped right back up in my face, licking my neck
and pushing all his weight up on me. As I tried to squirm out
from under him, I pushed out sideways on the couch.
Damon immediately came on stronger bringing his body
weight up on me until my legs gave way and my thighs opened up
giving him further encouragement.
I held onto his collar holding his face up out of
mine, but I could feel him starting to hump me again making
hard enough thrusts that he was forcing my legs open further
and his huge dick was searching for satisfaction.
I felt a burning shame in my mind... what if he???
no... I couldn't... But he just kept jamming his dick into my
leg, and I started to get slightly dirty pictures in my mind
of Damon taking me... satisfying his drive in my....
GOD... this was un-natural... or was it. Damon seemed
to somehow know what I was thinking. He wouldn't stop thrust-
ing. The picture was clear in my mind now, and I found myself
looking down again at his dick.
It was as huge as ever, and I took one hand away and
reached down under him and rubbed his chest, quickly working
my way down his stomach. He quieted down... waiting??? As I
finally reached out and grasped his dick, I felt how hard it
was. He didn't move away.
I had a quick thought, and brought my hand back and
spit on it. Then I grasped his dick again and started slowly
stroking it. I only had to stroke it a few times to realize
what I was doing... and I made up my mind....
Damon got down and let me remove my panties. There was
no need for teasing or foreplay on my part. My mind was
racing, my heart was beating so hard I could hear it out loud,
and my face must have turned eighty shades of red as I thought
of what my desires were suggesting.
At least with Damon I didn't need to worry about HIM
telling... I quickly undressed right there on the couch and
wondered how I should do this... on my back??? on my hands and
knees ???...
But Damon was no longer watching. He could smell
me... smell my pussy... like a bitch in heat... that's what he
saw in me... a bitch in heat! I got down on the floor in
front of the couch on my hands and knees... spreading my knees
apart and lifting my ass into the air... wondering if he could
be coaxed onto my back... when Damon mounted me again... This
time there was no turning back. I knew there would be no way
to stop this animal once he started... and that only seemed to
turn me on more......
Damon's forepaws wrapped around my waist... I could
feel him getting into position... his dick was already
thrusting... then... the head of his dick found it's way to
my pussy. THIS WAS IT!!!! IT WAS REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN !!!!
My mind was going crazy with nothing more than pure lust...
lust.... I WANTED to be fucked by him??? I wanted to be
fucked by this animal !!! ...this picture in my mind was driv-
ing me crazy with desire... BEING FUCKED BY A DOG....
Now, Damon's dick was just barely entered into me... I
could feel him start to hump a little hump and
then...BOOM.....he rammed it in!!!!! NO STOPPING like my
boyfriends... right away everything was just rammed in...
deep... and almost all the way out... and then IN AGAIN....
Damon's 150lb. body just continually kept ramming his dick
into me... I spread my knees further, lowering my ass, and
then I could feel it getting deeper into me... It was so BIG!!
GOD...he was bucking against me wildly now... I was close to
getting off too.
Then I felt something strange... the ball on his dick,
it was ramming up against my pussy opening... he was trying
to get that in too....
No, god, I can't open up that much... but Damon kept
right on ramming me.....oh....oh...no....no.... the only thing
to do was try and get him off of me, but Damon GROWLED when I
tried move. ...and then it was
IN....shit....shit.....christ....he had his entire dick jammed
into me!!!
I buried my face in the carpet, letting him take me...
there was no way to get him to stop...oh god...I didn't want
him to stop.... He was really close to cumming in me now... I
could feel his thrusts were quicker... I raised my ass higher,
offering him more access to my open pussy.... OFFERING HIM
MORE....GOD......I can't believe this !!! And I wanted him
to!! ...my pussy was so wet. I was just beginning to fully
realize I was being fucked...oh god...now that his dick was in
me all the way... it was really turning me on more....
He was bucking wildly now. I could feel his strokes
speeding up. ...oh...it feels so good...and then his dick
rammed into me all the way... He was cumming! I could feel
it exploding into me!.... I raised my ass higher offering him
all the room I could...god...it felt so GOOD to feel him
squirting in me!....
I kept lightly humping back and forth on his dick
while he held still, squirting all of his cum into me.... "I
could feel the Dane still buried in me as I began to come down
from my own climax. His knot held us tied together. I felt
very exposed and vulnerable to be on my hands and knees with
him supported along my back. Just then I heard the noise of
the door opening...."
* * * * *
I'm an acquaintance of Susan's. We didn't know each
other very well, but we had spoken in the supermarket several
times. We live about three doors apart. I remembered that
she had said that I could borrow a rare recording that she
had. This was a good time for me to make a copy, so I headed
over to her place. When I got there, I started to knock, but
the first touch on the door showed that it had been very care-
lessly closed. It swung open silently, and I stepped inside.
When I glanced up, you can imagine my surprise to see demure
Susan on her knees with a Great Dane firmly buried in her
pussy.
When I ejaculated, "What have we here?", I startled her
with the realization that I had caught her "red handed". Her
first response was to try to get up but the weight of the dog
kept her firmly in place. I went to where they were and knelt
beside her. "Hi, what have we here?" I asked as I reached for
her hanging tit. She could only stammer, but the words would
not come. My left hand slid between her legs to feel the con-
junction of her pussy and the dog's cock, while my right hand
began to massage her tits more firmly. "You don't have to say
a thing because I can see what you've been doing!" Her face
was red with shame, mainly from having been caught.
"You won't say anything about this to anybody, will you?"
she said. My answer was to turn her face toward me and to
press my lips against hers. My tongue began to explore her
mouth first gently, and then more insistently. It took a few
moments, but, first reluctantly then more freely, her tongue
began to respond in kind. It must have been about ten minutes
before the dog could dismount to go and lay in a corner of the
room, satisfied. During that time, Susan's nipples got hard
again from my play, and her breathing began to get shallower
from the French kisses and the massage to her pussy. With my
left hand, I had undone my zipper, opened my pants and pushed
my shorts down out of the way. It goes without saying that my
cock was standing hard and ready for action.
As soon as the dog pulled out, I fell backward pulling
Susan over me by my grip on her tits. "Guide me into you," I
commanded. She reached down and directed the tip of my cock
to the entrance of her already well used pussy. As you can
imagine, I had no trouble sliding into her. The cum from the
dog mixed with her own juices had made her almost too slippery
to get any friction.
"Fuck me like the dog fucked you," I commanded. With that
she began to raise and lower herself using my cock like a
guide rail, humping me harder and harder. The hard thud of
her pelvis against me, the feel of her cunt lips as they
reached for the head of my cock, over and over, began to build
my tension until all I wanted was to fill her with my cum. I
was able to hold on a little longer while I put the back of my
middle finger against her clit. The weight of her body bounc-
ing her clit against that finger soon had her on the edge of
her own climax.
I saw the look, almost of pain, which controlled her face,
and then saw the sense of release that replaced it, and I felt
the relaxation that rippled through the previously tense
muscles of her body. This was the sign I needed, and with a
couple more strokes on my part, I set myself to erupting. I
pulled her ass as close to my body as I could get it because I
wanted to know that my cum was buried as deeply as the dog's
had been, so deeply in her that it would take all day to
dribble out, a constant reminder of how well she had been
fucked.
After a time of silence while we rested, I broke her up
into laughter when I said, "When are you going to dog sit
again...?"
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